Serena dragged herself through the front door, her body heavy with exhaustion and her mind clouded with thoughts she couldn’t shake off.

She looked like a shadow of herself—her once confident stride replaced by slow, unsteady steps.

She tossed her purse carelessly onto the small table near the entrance and leaned against the door for a moment, closing her eyes.

The house was eerily quiet, but Amy’s soft giggles from the other room reminded her of her responsibilities.

She ...